Shoot the Moon
I cannot still believe my karma
When all drab hope expired
And with it my faith
In humanity -
We met.
I do not question Fate,
It's snakelike ripcord slither;
I accept whole the dream
For fear it is -
Not real.
I will not court denial,
Kiss belief in this fortune;
The living treasure you bestow
Upon my being -
Breathes exultant.
I know only these things:
Life weeps fluid ephemeral,
And bludgeoned by impairment;
Yet together we may shoot -
The moon.
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